The soup was freshly made, scalding hot, with a layer of oil still bubbling on top. What happens when such a bowl of hot soup is poured on a delicate little hand? The consequences are imaginable.
Pang Shuangyue scread in agony, a large blister swelling up on her small hand, with the whole patch of skin first turning white, then red - an unbearable sight.
"Ah!"
The noble ladies nearby quickly stood up, watching the scene in horror.
Long Yue’s hand was also splashed with a few drops of hot soup, causing a slight sting, but it was nothing serious.
"Pang Longyue! You... you wicked woman with a venomous heart!"
Pang Shuangyue looked at her hand, the pain piercing to her heart, causing her to catch her breath.
This was originally intended to scald her and ss up her hair to reveal her true appearance, but instead, she ended up harming herself!
How hateful, this is truly too hateful!
But since things turned out this way, Pang Shuangyue could only make a fuss about it.
She looked up, enduring the pain in her hand, tears shimring as she looked at Long Yue: "Sister, I know we’ve had many misunderstandings before. No matter who’s right or wrong, it’s all in the past. I only wish to make ands with you, why must you be so cold-hearted?"
She spoke with a face full of sorrow, especially looking at her hand scalded beyond recognition, it easily garnered the sympathy of onlookers.
No matter who was wrong before, at least now, it’s Long Yue who’s in the wrong.
In the eyes of outsiders, that’s how it seed.
So, a girl who was friends with Pang Shuangyue imdiately stood up, accusing Long Yue: "Lady Jiao, you’re the older sister, you should be more accommodating to your younger sister. Your sister is speaking to you so humbly, yet you splashed hot soup without a word, isn’t this too much?"
"Yes, born of the sa root, why such haste to condemn?"
The other noble ladies watching the scene didn’t think it was a big deal, each making snide remarks.
"Oh dear, how did this happen? I didn’t do it on purpose, my hand is also scalded!"
Long Yue ignored the girls’ accusations, quickly stepping forward to check Pang Shuangyue’s injury, apologizing with guilt as she showed her own hand.
Sure enough, there were also a few red spots on Long Yue’s hand, with small blisters forming.
"Sister, I really didn’t do it on purpose. I saw the bowl of soup splashing towards and instinctively tried to stop it, not knowing it would spill on you. I’m sorry!"
With just a few words, Long Yue instantly turned the situation around, leaving everyone in awe. Was the situation like this?
Could it be that Pang Shuangyue intended to scald Long Yue but ended up accidentally injuring herself?
Everyone fell silent, curiously looking at Pang Shuangyue, wanting to unearth the real story from her.
Pang Shuangyue wasn’t stupid and couldn’t tell that Long Yue was turning the tables? She trembled with anger.
"Sister, you... it was clearly you, trying to harm , but you injured and still slander ?"
As she spoke, her mouth quivered, her lip bitten to the point of bleeding red!
This is infuriating, isn’t it?
Long Yue found it amusing; this was clearly a ss she made herself. Yet she acted wronged by blaming soone else?
Tsk tsk, such a hypocrite!
Long Yue pouted, looking sad and wronged: "Alright, alright, if sister says it’s because of , then it’s because of . Here, let see how bad your injury is. I have so golden sore dicine, would you like so?"
As Long Yue spoke, she approached to check on her injury, but Pang Shuangyue slapped her hand away.
"Go away, don’t touch ! You venomous woman, I know you want to harm , don’t touch !"
Pang Shuangyue struggled.
Long Yue stepped forward: "Sister, you really misunderstand. After all, we’re connected by blood, how could I harm you, right? Let see..."
"Don’t co any closer, go away!"
Pang Shuangyue pushed her away, but Long Yue insisted on examining her hand, resulting in the two won struggling until they both fell to the ground.
"Oh dear, how did they end up on the ground?"
Soone nearby wanted to help but was warned off by others’ glances.
"That Pang Longyue is a malicious woman, stay away from her. As for Mrs. Pei..."
The person hesitated, but their eyes conveyed to the others that seeing a woman make it to the position of Young Madam in the Pri Minister’s Mansion could incite envy, and isn’t it just perfect for her to be embarrassed?
Won’s jealousy is always so inexplicable. Even so of Pang Shuangyue’s close friends at this mont had a mindset of wanting to watch a good show.
"Sister, it’s my fault. Let see, oh dear, your clothes are dirty, get up quickly!"
Long Yue spoke while trying to help Pang Shuangyue, but accidentally touched her scalded hand, resulting in another heart-wrenching scream!
"Pang Longyue, you wretch, you did that on purpose, I’ll fight with you!"
In anger, Pang Shuangyue shouted and lunged at Long Yue. The two won rolled several tis on the ground, until one of their confidants finally couldn’t stand it and rushed to separate them.
After such a tussle, both Long Yue and Pang Shuangyue were dirty all over, their hair disheveled, jewelry scattered everywhere.
"Oh dear, Shuang’er, your hand is getting redder. Hurry, call an Imperial Physician to check it!"
The confidante pitied Pang Shuangyue’s hand and quickly instructed the maid to call for help.
"Look, your hair is all ssy! It needs combing. Oh, there’s a comb here!"
The confidante looked around and found a jade comb on a chair nearby, happily fetching it.
She helped Pang Shuangyue to a stool, dusted off her clothes, and carefully combed her hair.
Long Yue stood up slowly, also dusting off her clothes, and then squinted at Pang Shuangyue.
The jade comb was exactly the one she and Li Qingmu had bought from a small vendor during a dragon boat race—they t outside the palace gate earlier. Long Yue noticed Pang Shuangyue eyeing her hair, confirming that the jade comb was a setup!
Now was the ti to reap what she sowed!
From Long Yue’s angle, she clearly saw a semi-transparent powder seeping through the holes on the sides of the comb, which under the translucency of the jade was hard to notice.
But Long Yue was prepared, so she noticed it.
She didn’t know what the powder was, but it was certain—it could ruin a head of beautiful hair!
"Make way, let him through."
An Imperial Physician hurried over with a dicine box. He examined Pang Shuangyue’s burn, declaring it not serious, then applied dicine and bandaged it.
anwhile, behind her, the young lady continued to comb Pang Shuangyue’s hair. As she did, she suddenly stopped.
She was shocked to see a large clump of hair fallen onto the comb, utterly astounded!
What... what happened?
How could so much hair fall out?
I was combing so lightly, even if hair were to fall out, it should only be one or two strands, how could there be so much?
At that mont, the young lady panicked.
"What’s wrong?"
Noticing the girl behind her had stopped, Pang Shuangyue curiously looked back.
Instead, she witnessed a shocking scene!
That jade comb had a massive clump of pitch-black hair stuck to it!
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